"That's a national show, isn't it? That's a big deal. You're going, aren't you? You're not thinking of going alone are you?" she asked.
"Why, do you want to come with me?"
"Ly-ynne!" (you know how your parents stretch out your name to many syllables when they think you're being a bit obtuse?)
So OK, she says she's going to ask her husband. I look on the AQS website to find a hotel. I call a hotel, I make a reservation. Done. Mom calls back, says she can go. Good thing, I tell her, I already booked a hotel and you should have heard the desk clerk laugh when I told her I wanted a room with TWO double beds because "I love my mother a lot, but not that much..."
Before I went to bed that night, I packed a suitcase. I kid you not.
So we leave Friday morning about 9:30ish or so, after I gassed up the car.
|Millie is all about the I-was-here-photos.|
But that wasn't the high point of the day. We got a ride to the show on the hotel's shuttle...
(my Mother: How did you pick the hotel? Me: I made a reservation with the second hotel on the list. When I called the first one, the line was busy. See, a lot of thinking went into this trip. NOT!)
Anyway we're on the shuttle and we get to talking with a couple of other ladies who are also going to the show (they took a break for lunch). They asked where I was from and I tell them I've just driven six hours and that I have a quilt in the show. "YOU DO!!!" they exclaim. "Um yeah," and I reach into my bag and pull out the postcards I brought with me that show The Black Box quilt on them.
"We LOVED that one," they said. "We spent a long time looking at it."
I hadn't even walked into the show, but these two ladies had already made my day.